My first true love (Ereri)

Chapter 1

There he was sat on the edge of the road just like every other day. As the boy lifted his cold pale slim hands up to his washed out thin face he cupped his hands placing them over his cold dry mouth. With all the energy he had left in him he slowly blew into his hands with his icy cold breath attempting to warm up his hands. He sat there with his knees up to his chin and his hands over his mouth, with only a old worn out jacket to keep him warm, he sat there his teeth chattering and his whole body shaking from the coldness. This was the coldest day the poor boy had ever experienced in his 2 years of living alone on the cold hard floor with nothing but a rag and a few coppers he had managed to find lurking around the grates. Every day he would sit there and watch as the cold hearted people of the city would walk straight past him acting like he wasn't there, not one person would stop to help him. As he sat there slowly blowing into his hands he noticed a piece of cardboard next to him and picked it up. He took the marker that he had found earlier that day next to him and placed the worn out piece of cardboard against his thin leg and brought the pen to it. With the pen shaking in his hand he wrote the first thing that came to mind "HELP" it was pathetic but he hoped that someone would notice him. He placed the cardboard down in front of him and returned to his old position. As the days went by more and more people would walk past and not one of them would ever stop not even to drop a penny.

As the boy would sit there getting thinner and thinner, weaker and weaker everyday he would just hope for the best. He always used to watch the people of the city walk past with there thick fur coats as he sat there with only a rag.He would offten think why the world was so crule and why out off all the people in the city not one of them would stop for him. He had been living on this street ever since his mother died. His father was never home he was always on business trips and his sister, well she took off leaving the poor boy behind with nothing. He once lived in a house by himself but things got tuff he didn't have a job so he could never afford to pay the bills, he never had enough food or water and then one day the government had kicked him out. And to this day he is living on the street with nothing. He would often sit there watching the days pass thinking what it would be like to live in a house again to have someone who loves you and cares for you to sit in front of a warm fire and to have all the food and water he wanted. He had actually forgot what it was like to have all those things he had been living on the street with non of that for so long he had completely forgotten what it was like to live in a house. But of course that was all just a dream he never got any of that and probably never would again. He would offten sit there and wonder how much longer he would be on this street? Would he die here? Would anyone ever stop for him and help him? He would offten think all these different thoughts and that he would end up dying on this street but one day that all changed.